Spit & Mud
The teacher spit on the ground, mixed the saliva and soil together in his fingers and then reached forward. Blind since birth, the man had no clue what was happening around him, but he could feel Jesus press the clay onto his dysfunctional eyes.
The man made his way as quickly as possible toward the city gates, under Jesus’ instruction to wash in the Pool of Siloam. He scrambled down the stone steps and plunged his face into the cold spring-fed waters.
He left rippling waves of double-takes in his wake as he walked back through the city to his home. Everyone had seen this man before, but now they were murmering to one another as he walked, trying to figure out if that is indeed the blind man walking alone through Jerusalem. Where is his cane? Where is his guide? He can see? That’s not possible!
Finally a group of friends cornered the man to hear his story. They went directly to the Pharisees to tell them about the miracle.
Unfortunately, man didn’t even get to finish his story for the church leaders. As soon as he said Jesus “made clay in his hands,” the Pharisees threw their arms up in the melodramatic fashion that made them great religious leaders.
“He doesn’t keep the Sabbath!” they exclaimed in unison.
They were baffled by and cynical toward a story claiming a sinner could perform such a miracle. Centuries of logic did not allow for this. They grilled the healed man, over and over asking who he thought this miracle worker might be.
“Whether he is a sinner or not,” he replied, “I don’t know.”
“One thing I do know. I was blind, but now I see!”
Written by Troy DeShano